what is now known by the sorrel and the roan? by the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?

it is: stay by the gate you are given and remain in your place, for your season and had the overfed dead but listened to that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom...

did you hear that, Bear? said monkey we'll get out of here, fair and square they've left the gate open wide!

so; my bride here is my hand, where is your paw? try and understand my plan, Ursala my heart is a furnace full of love that's just, and earnest now; you know that we must unlearn this allegiance to a life of service and no longer answer to that heartless hay-monger, nor be his accomplice (that charlatan, with artless hustling!) but; Ursala, we've got to eat something and earn our keep, while still within the borders of the land that man has girded (all double-bolted and tightfisted!) until we reach the open country a-steeped in milk and honey

will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me? can you bear a little longer to wear that leash? my love, I swear by the air I breathe: sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

but for now, just dance, darling c'mon, will you dance, my darling? darling, there's a place for us can we go, before I turn to dust? oh my darling, there's a place for us oh darling c'mon will you dance, my darling? oh, the hills are groaning with excess like a table ceaselessly being set oh my darling, we will get there yet

they trooped past the guards, past the coops, and the fields, and the farmyards all night, till finally:

the space they gained grew much farther than the stone that bear threw to mark where they'd stop for tea

but walk a little faster and don't look backwards your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture

when the blackbirds hear tea whistling, they rise and clap and their applause caws the kettle black and we can't have none of that!